Lit a pyre and burned again
for an abducted princess.
To Troy he sailed
with Heracles' bow
to snuff twin flames.
Hera sent a serpent
to cross his aims.
He's bitten.
The wound stinks.
The poison rots
as each hero shrinks
away fleeing his
accursed state.
Until twin wits plot
to purloin his bow...
But good faith prevailed
and provided a cure
for all he ailed.
